Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. Poor me.

AN: coughs Uh... heh, heh... hiya folks! Uh... Meesa back! Right... it's been forever since I've updated. But thanks to a fairly nice shrink and some pretty new pills, things should be pretty regular from now on. Still, sorry for not touching this for so long. That cliffhanger was a mite evil. Er... Try to enjoy!

Catherine's pacing around the bathroom, looking absolutely livid. Normally, if I see her like this, I'm barely able to keep my mind out of the gutter. Right now, I'm too confused to even start thinking like that. Catherine always has a reason for being angry with me, and at the moment I can't find one. It's more than a little confusing.

Of course, I know what Greg would say. He would say that she's jealous and is tired of settling for a look-alike. I'm not Greg. He's an optimist and I'm a realistic pessimist.

Catherine has Max. She's very happy with Max. I'm not Max.

So what the hell is going on here?

I frown at Catherine. She's stopped pacing, and is now glaring at me. If we were at work, I'd be thinking of some excuse to leave the room. But we aren't at work. So I just stand my ground and wait for her to start yelling. Hopefully, that will help with figuring out why she's so mad.

"You have got to be the single most frustrating woman on the face of the Earth!"

…Okay, that wasn't expected.

"What?!" I manage to splutter out. She literally drags me in here after snapping at me, and she calls me frustrating?

She starts pacing furiously again, muttering under her breath. I can't hear what she's saying, but I'm pretty sure she's cursing someone. Then she stops, and I am once more confronted with an angry Catherine Willows.

"Do you have any idea- you know, I was actually perfectly happy with Max! I never bothered to consider why I was instantly attracted to her- I was happy! And now…"

"Was happy? Catherine…" I want to ask what's with the past tense, but she stops me.

"Max and I broke up," she says shortly.

What?! That bitch better not have hurt her, or I'll… I shut my eyes and tear myself away from my raging thoughts, turning my attention back to Catherine.

"It isn't her fault- stop looking like you want to kill something." For the first time since we entered the bathroom, she's smiling. I blush and look down at my shoes.

"What happened?" I keep staring at my shoes, hoping she won't comment on my flushed appearance. This situation is awkward enough already.

"You did."

That doesn't sound good. She doesn't want to kill me for ruining her perfect relationship, does she? …Wait, how did I make her break up with her girlfriend? I could understand Max being annoyed with me for kissing her girlfriend, and that causing an argument which made them broke up, but I can't understand Catherine being the one to end it. It doesn't make any sense.

I dare to look up for a moment. "What do you mean, 'I happened'?"

She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. She does that a lot when she's angry or frustrated. I guess she did say I was the most frustrating woman on the face of the Earth.

"You weren't all that drunk on Greg's birthday, were you?" She sounds like she's accusing me of something.

With an uncomfortable jolt, I realize that she is. I wasn't drunk, but I let her believe I was so that I could avoid any uncomfortable conversations. I think we're about to have one of those conversations I was fearing.

"I don't know… why?" I don't like lying to her, but I also really don't want to talk about it. Besides, she won't let me write it off for much longer. At the most, I'm just giving myself a few more seconds to breathe.

I hear Catherine walk closer to me, and realize I should have just stuck with being perfectly honest. I can barely breathe now, anyways.

"You know exactly why I'm asking, Sidle. Answer the damn question."

I sigh and look up from my shoes again. She's glaring at me, but there's also a gleam in her eyes that doesn't quite look like anger. I fidget with a thread on my shirt and try not to meet her eyes for too long.

"I wasn't that drunk… someone had to make sure Greg got home all right."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her head jerking in a sharp nod. She already knows I was fully aware of my actions- she just wants to hear me say it.

"You drove to my house directly from Greg's apartment? You didn't have any more alcohol on the way?"

I close my eyes and sigh. Here we go. "I was perfectly aware of all of my actions that night, Catherine. And I believe I have already apologized for them."

"You do love me then?"

I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. "Yes, Catherine. I love you. I'm sorry if that complicated your relationship with Max in any way." Even if I have no idea how I could have caused Catherine to end it.

I feel rather than hear Catherine come closer to me. Her hand brushes against my face, while her other wraps itself around my waist. My heart starts beating wildly in my chest, and I slowly bring my head down to meet her eyes.

"Sara, I-"

"Would you two please hurry up with whatever you're yelling about? Being the only girl at the table kinda sucks."

Catherine and I jump away from each other. My face is on fire, and that probably ruins the effect of the glare I'm sending FBI Girl. FBI Girl seems completely oblivious to what she interrupted, and now has a pretty good grip on my arm.

"C'mon- I'm sure we'll all have more fun back at the table."

This is the second time tonight I've been dragged somewhere against my will. I tear my arm away from FBI Girl and continue glaring. At least out here it's too dark for her to see how badly I'm blushing.

She smiles at me, completely unimpressed. "Greg says that I should remind you that she has a girlfriend, and that you're whipped. He didn't want you to get involved in something you couldn't handle."

Funny thing about having Greg as a best friend- half of the time, I wish he wasn't. Then I could punch him without feeling guilty.

"She broke up with her girlfriend."

"So you don't mind being the rebound?"

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I don't know. Catherine is… I'm not sure I have enough self-respect to turn her down if she just wants my body. Wait- no. She doesn't want me at all. She was just going to- to hug me or something. That's all.

I shake my head and make my way back to the table. Greg tries smiling at me, but I ignore him. I don't feel like talking to him right now.

"Sara- would you mind taking me home? I think I've had a little too much to drink." He's lying. He really didn't have that much.

But when I see Catherine walking back to the table I nod and drag him out of the booth. I'm not sure I can handle being so close to her right now. I'd probably end up doing something stupid.

"Let's get going, Greggo."